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Resident Evil
“Hey Kimiko, nice to meet you. I’m Vanessa, if you didn’t know.”

She flashed a smile, then resumed their awkward silence.

Kimiko, where’d she heard that name before?

She snapped her fingers: that was right! It had been in the morning, repeatedly, over the past few days…

“Wait, shit! You’ve been on the thing!”

Her arm darted forwards, pointing an accusatory finger at the girl she now realised was a serial killer. “A few times! You’ve been doing the thing to the people and - holy shit!”

Not good, not good at all. Even after spending six days on an island where her classmates were dropping like flies, she’d at least had the fortune to only meet mass murderers before they went on their rampages. Kaitlyn was a killer, but that was restricted to just one person, and Vanessa at least knew Kaitlyn in advance.

Killer Kimiko? Complete question mark!

She realised she was still pointing her finger, and quickly pulled it down, letting out a nervous laughter. “Hey, we’re still cool, right?” she raised her hands again, just in case Kimiko had forgotten that they’d agreed she was not armed and not a threat. “No need to put that gun to good use and do anything stupid, eh? I mean, I don’t mind or whatever, really!”

She laughed again, no more natural than before, then caught herself in a realisation.

“The you killing people thing, I mean! I don’t mind that!”

Just in case there was any misunderstanding, because she would mind very much if Kimiko decided to put that gun to good use right now.

Where Will You Stand When the Flood Comes?
((Nate Turner continued from Serenity Prayer))

He was finally here.

It had taken him longer than it should have. Ever since he’d left Enzo he’d been putting off making the trip to the bridge, even though it had been sitting in the back of his mind since that conversation had ended, the decision made. This was the only way he could have any control anymore.

He knew why he’d been procrastinating: this was wrong. He’d always been told that this wasn’t the solution, that it was a sin, and he’d never even thought about it before all this. He still never wanted to do it, but what option did he have? Choice wasn’t a luxury he had any more.

In the end, this island got everyone. It got Henry, it got Alvaro, it got Nancy, and now it was going to get him. At least he hadn’t had to watch it happen to anyone. Thank God for small blessings.

He swallowed, for the upteempth time. There was a lump in his throat that he couldn’t shake, even though he knew this was what he had to do. It was wrong, and he didn’t want to do it, but he had to. That's what he kept telling himself.

His weak footsteps tracked along the bridge, as he looked out to the side. He wanted to get closer to the middle, away from the edges, which seemed like the right way to do it. He didn’t know the first thing about doing this right, and he would’ve been glad for that at any other time, but now that seemed moot. It was too long a drop down to not work, anyway.

He pulled his gaze away from his feet on the road, looking forward for the last time, and caught sight of Hazel and Jordan.

He swallowed again. He didn’t want this. He just wanted to die alone, and get it over with.

He stammered out a greeting, anyway. Old habits were hard to break.

“H-hey, guys.”

V6 Rolling List
  1. Serena Waters (Seth Crimson)
  2. Lily Caldwell (Violent Medic)
  3. Min-jae Parker (backslash)
  4. Jeremiah Fury (MK Kilmarnock)
  5. Matthew Moradi (Privyet)
  6. Jaime Schanbacher (decoy73)
  7. Keith Bauer (bacon)
  8. Kimiko Kao (Deamon)
  9. Raina Rose (backslash)
  10. Vanessa Stone (Slam)
  11. Asuka Takahara (Zetsumodernista)
  12. Lili Williams (CrossbowPig)
  13. Cass Prince (dmboogie)
  14. Hannah Kendrickstone (bacon)
  15. Penelope Fitzgerald (VoltTurtle)
  16. Hazel Jung (Ruggahissy)
  17. Benjamin Lichter (Malloon)
  18. Bryony Adams (Pippin)
  19. Caedyn Miller (Empress Plush)
  20. Bart Cappotelli (Aura)
  21. Jasmine Reed (Ciel)
  22. Kiziah Saraki (General Goose)
  23. Dorothy Shelley (Lore)
  24. Maxim Kehlenbrink (Brackie)
  25. Fiyori Senay (Bikriki)
  26. Jeremy Frasier (Yugikun)
  27. Blair Moore (Espi)
  28. Ben Fields (Cicada Days)
  29. Tyler Yazzie (Empress Plush)
  30. Jonathan Gulley (ToxieTheToxicAvenger)
  31. Alice Baker (Espi)
  32. Johnny McKay (Bikriki*)
  33. Scout Pfeiffer (Ciel)
  34. Alessio Rigano (RC)
  35. Candice Banks (Somersault)
  36. Georgia Lee Day (backslash*)
  37. Coleen Reagan (MK Kilmarnock)
  38. Sandra Dyer (CondorTalon)
  39. Nate Turner (Slamexo)
  40. Vincenzo/a Gatti (Namira)
  41. Alba Reyes (Laurels)
  42. Brendan Harte (Primrosette)
  43. Jordan Green (Randomness)
  44. Aiden Slattery (D/N)
  45. Emma Luz (KamiKaze)
  46. Olivia Fischer (Maraoone)
  47. Wade Cartwright (shotgunkid)
  48. Clarice Halwood (Violent Medic)
  49. Audrey Reyes (kervin555)
  50. Amanda Tan (Randomness)
  51. Melanie Beckett (Iceblock)

Serenity Prayer
He didn’t reply.

He couldn’t reply.

He clutched his knees tighter, as he felt a tremor pass through him. He avoided looking straight at Enzo again, staring at another window, but he knew that this was it.

He finally got off the bench, reaching for his bag. Maybe Enzo was still trying to talk to him, but he couldn’t hear them anymore. He didn’t want to, it would be too painful. It was just easier to take his leave.

He was heading for the door, but he stopped and turned back. Took one last look at Enzo, and opened his mouth.

No sound came out, but he mouthed an apology all the same.

((Nate Turner continued in Where Will You Stand When The Flood Comes?))

Resident Evil
Shit, no cigar. Typical, really.

Vanessa was pouting, though she didn’t realise it. This was going beyond frustrating: didn’t anyone in this school know this Alessio bastard? The guy murdered her BFF for Christ’s sakes, and now she couldn’t get a straight answer on his identity from anyone? Talk about a kick in the teeth.

She let out a short groan, tapping her foot on the ground to vent some of that impatience. She was antsy enough to get the job done without this bastard dragging it out even further by being a total non-entity amongst her schoolmates (except when he was butchering them, anyway).

Turning her attention back to Kimiko, she opened her mouth to keep the conversation going. It shut again, as she immediately ran out of things to say.

What exactly were they supposed to talk about by now, hanging out in a ruined room where crazy people painted posies and pears? ‘Killed anyone?’ ‘Nearly died?’ ‘Seen anyone you love get murdered?’. Yeah, that was real water cooler chatter. Real water cooler in an asylum full of corpses, with bits of dead people floating in it like fruit slices. Peachy.

She still wanted to try, though.

“What’s your name, anyway? Spell it out for me?”

SOTF MTG Cardsmith

(I was quite tempted to ask for Dave Russell so if you feel like doing that too I won't say no!)

A Wild Beard Appears; A Pathfinder Experience
Now if only he could keep his team alive/not backstabbing.

Elena why you keep being a problem child

Serenity Prayer
Enzo still might have been right, but Nate still couldn’t agree.

He couldn’t agree that Alvaro or Nancy weren’t the same people, or that they’d made a choice which put them on this path. Yeah, there were horrible people in the world, he knew that, but Alvaro and Nancy weren’t like that. The fact that the terrorists had put them in a situation where they felt they had to do what they’d started doing didn’t make them bad people, it just made the whole thing even worse.

So no, Nate couldn’t use them as a scapegoat. Whatever had happened in their heads to make them think that murder was the solution, there was no reason it couldn’t happen to him too. Maybe it was already happening, and he just didn’t realise it. Everything just felt like a matter of time at this point.

He looked up at Enzo as they offered their walk, and almost cracked a grin. It really was déjà vu at this point, leaving with a friend like he’d done with Matt just to calm himself down. Someone he trusted taking pity on him, trying to cheer him up like his friends always did. Better friends than he deserved, really. All they needed now was for him to have another panic attack and nearly blow himself up, and it'd be complete.

He shook his head turning to look back at the stained-glass window, no longer able to look Enzo in the eye.

"Thanks Enzo, really, but I don’t think anything can help anymore."

Thanks for trying, though.

Resident Evil
Kimiko was clearly someone of few words.

She lifted her hand as she opened her mouth, so drawn in by Kimiko’s gestures that she was about to mimic them herself. Fortunately, she caught herself before she started, realising that, no, in fact, that would be stupid, and hastily lowered her hand again. She coughed to clear her throat, just to distract from the awkwardness of this whole situation.

Whatever her deal was, there was probably a legit reason for the not talking. Maybe she’d killed someone, and had taken a vow of silence to punish herself? Maybe she’d seen horrors too horrific to ever speak again? Or maybe, you know, this was just her thing, for whatever reason, and standing there speculating wasn’t going to speed up the conversation. Maybe it’d be faster if she kept it to yes or no questions?

Oh right, she had one of those to answer still.

“Well, shit’s been shit. No-one’s tried to blow my head off yet, though, so thanks for not breaking that streak.” She pulled a face that signalled her general dissatisfaction with that upside being her current reality, then kept the conversation flowing. “Right now, I’m just looking around for someone. Name’s Alessio Rigano; you know him?”

It would be great if she did, because this manhunt had been going on way too long now. That said, Vanessa figured it would probably better not to say what she was planning though, just in case Kimiko was his buddy or something. It would suck for Kimiko, but more importantly it would suck for Vanessa having to deal with being on the bad side of someone armed.

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Resident Evil
Vanessa watched Kimiko pace across the room, relaxing her hands but not her guard. At least she wasn’t getting shot at.

Her mind raced, looking for clues about Kimiko, something she could use to break the ice and avoid the situation turning ugly. She didn’t want to think such a thing could happen, but it had without a doubt been happening for the past five days all across the island to people less fortunate than her. Now wasn’t the time to get naïve, not if Kimiko had a gun. It wasn’t like Kaitlyn, who may have been armed but was at least familiar.

Shit, Vanessa could’ve gone for having one of Kait’s weapons right now; maybe she should’ve stuck around? Well, too late to worry about that.

She stopped her ponderings just as Kimiko finished her water, snapping back to attention. She was about to open her mouth, try to start a conversation, when Kimiko beat her to the punch and traced her finger thorugh the air.

“…ok?” Vanessa cocked an oblivious eyebrow. “T-thanks, I guess?”

She flashed back an awkward thumbs up, since apparently this was what they were doing now. Christ, just once could she meet someone normal?

“So, uh…” she trailed her words, eyebrow still cocked, as she slipped her bag down off her shoulder. She needed a break. “how’ve you been…you? You know, all things considered.”

General Video Game Discussion Thread
I swear Naughty Dog are just showing off with Uncharted 4's level design and graphic engines.

Resident Evil
For the second time in short order, Vanessa squealed aloud. She’d been staring so intently at Mitch’s messed up face that Kimiko had managed to catch her completely off guard.

“Jesus, you startled me!” she yelled at the new arrival after regaining her footing, flush with irritation and a racing heart. Staring death in the face had put her on edge, it seemed.

Kimiko was not a familiar person, just another student at Cochise who she’d maybe seen once or twice in the halls; she’d never talked to them, she was pretty sure of that much, at least. As great as a place to meet new people as the island was, she’d still have preferred someone familiar.

She opened her mouth, words forming, when she spotted where Kimiko’s hand was: resting on the grip of a gun, its barrel visibly outlined against the pocket fabric. Vanessa swallowed the words back down immediately, face frozen, as her heart kept on pounding in her chest.

Shit, this might be dangerous.

“Hey, woah, it’s cool! I’m unarmed!” She spat out at last, raising her hands to demonstrate, her chair leg conveniently tucked out of sight in her day pack for now. Carrying it around all day every day had started to feel pointless, but now she was starting to think otherwise.

She’d just have to keep her cool, she was quickly telling herself, and hope this girl kept hers too.

“No need to shoot me, ok?”

Resident Evil
((Vanessa Stone continued from Dark Necessities))

Why had she come back to the asylum? A test of courage, she guessed. Something to steel her nerves. Something to overcome her ghosts. Cam’s ghost.

She didn’t have any better ideas, anyway. It had been two nights since she’d ran from Kaitlyn, and little ground had been made. It was weird, spending so long with just her own company. Was she avoiding people? If she was, she was doing a damn good job of it. But hey, what was avoiding people compared to the weirdness of a terrorist kidnapping slash mass murder? She'd chalk it up to cabin fever, or whatever.

So yeah, going back to the building where she’d seen her best friend die. Awesome.

She’d made it in the door, already choking on a huge lump in her throat, but maintained her steely resolve. She was tilting her head side to side, chewing her lower lip and humming audibly, trying her hardest to rebel against the anxiety filling her and not let it show. She’d missed breakfast that morning, as an angry growl rumbled in her stomach. The nerves were killing her appetite.

Distracting herself, she reflected on the announcement. Still no dead Alessio, that was good. Still no dead Kaitlyn either, so that was a plus, she guessed (and apparently Alan Banks would live another day; good for him).

Coleen though, that had been a shocker. Apparently she was actually a literal two-face, given Arthur’s untimely end. It was actually really unsettling to hear that her not-so-favourite bandmate had done something so callous, and there weren't a lot of things that unsettled her (not before this week, anyway). It had given her a serious case of goose bumps, and she'd been trying not to dwell on it. It hadn't worked very well, though; things to dwell on were mounting up.

Nancy was dead too, which was meh at this point. One less psycho around was probably for the best. That’s how she'd written the whole thing off, anyway.

She was probably forgetting someone important, but by then she was getting tired of the names of the deceased. The one she cared about most was already gone, so until Alessio showed up on it she’d just have to plough on.

So there she was, out of announcement and still on the ground floor, the crypt closet that she was avoiding still waiting upstairs.

Oh hey look, ‘art therapy’. That sure did sound like a more appealing place to go.

Shit, Cams loved her art.

She shook her head, cleared that thought, and went inside. Therapy was probably the last thing anyone would be doing in this room anytime soon, given the complete mess it was in and that awful smell that was floating around.

“Oh Christ!” she squealed, finally spotting Mitch’s decaying body. It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten that morning, or she might’ve not been able to hold back the bile. Instead, it only made it as far as an unpleasant acidic belch.

She stared at the body for a moment, letting out an awkward groan through shut teeth without blinking, a similar reaction one might have to a huge social faux pau. She'd been trying to avoid bodies, damn it.

She swallowed, then turned away. Waited a moment, then turned back.

So, what was she supposed to do here?

She walked over, crouched down and leaned in. The putrid odour wafted up her nose as a fly crawled out of the hole in Mitch’s face, probably done laying its eggs. Grim.

She’d seen a few dead bodies at this stage, or rather, she’d played Resident Evil. Duh, it wasn’t the same thing, but it was kind of eerie where the similarities were. This one wasn’t moving, which she supposed was probably better. The last thing this island needed was zombies.

She chuckled at the corpse, just a little. The humour helped. Sort of.

V6 Alignment Thread - Slightly Before The Halfway Point Is Still Basically The Halfway Point Edition
Nate Turner: Lawful Good - Follows a strict moral code and cares deeply about people around him. Has put his own life on the line to try and save people who have blood on their hands, and often reflects on his Methodist upbringing to try and make sense of things.

Vanessa Stone: Chaotic Good - Vanessa was a close call between neutral and good. Although she's currently primarily driven by the rather morally iffy subject of revenge, most of her actions so far have been quite benevolent without any real reason (helping Jae and Nancy being the standout), and she hasn't shown a particular interest in getting violent (no thanks to the Kaitlyn team up, after all). She could easily tip over into neutral if she starts jumping off a slippery slope, though.

Sandy Bricks: - True Neutral - You might argue neutral evil, but ultimately Sandy just wanted to be left alone and cracked under a stressful situation where a lot of people acted threateningly towards him. Jasmine was an accident (though one that was easily avoidable), and the attempt on Nancy's life was in self-defence, so I just don't feel there's enough to label him as evil.

Serenity Prayer
“Maybe, maybe not.”

Nate may not have been an argumentative person, not naturally, but right now he just couldn’t give Enzo any ground. He wasn’t doing it deliberately, and he wasn’t mad at Enzo for trying, but they were wrong, and that was that. They might have been right about there being a tiny chance of survival, that maybe there’d be some hero riding up in a big boat who’d take the bombs off their necks, and suddenly make all of his friends who’d turned into killers see the error of their ways, and take them all home, but not without stopping at the Diamondback ice cream parlour for frosty chocolate milkshakes (he preferred banana splits, but again, he didn’t like to be contrary). Enzo might have been right, but Nate knew how ridiculous it sounded.

“It’s not just that, anyway.”

He was resting his head on his knees again, tilted at an angle but still looking Enzo in the eye. His smile had receded again.

“You knew Alvaro, you knew what kind of guy he was like. But now he’s killing people. It’s the same with Nancy, she was always really nice too.”

Not anymore, of course. This game turned people into monsters, after all.


No more eye contact.

“What if that happens to me?”

Serenity Prayer
“Yeah you say that, but how long’s it going to last?”

He still couldn’t make eye contact with Enzo. He really did appreciate their efforts, honestly, but he just couldn’t care anymore. This was it. End of the line. No room for perking up, for getting a boost from your pal. Just a ticking clock.

“I’m going to die, and it’s probably going to happen soon. I know that sounds really messed up, but it’s going to happen, I know that. Only one person gets out of these things, right? That’s what I remember from the last ones, anyway.”

He’d never looked into SOTF, why would he? It was so far removed from his life, even if he was an American. It was horrible and tragic, but so were a lot of terrorist attacks and mass murders in his country. That didn’t mean they felt personal, not until now, so it was easy to keep your head in the sand as much as the media would allow. Maybe something to talk about in church or with your parents over dinner, but that was it. Maybe that meant he’d be fodder for conversation someday too.

“I don’t know what those people were like, but I know they weren’t like me. I mean, look at me.”

He finally did give Enzo a look back, cracking an actual smile. A heartbroken smile, but an accepting one.

“So, I’m not going to go home, and this is where I’m going to die.”

V6 BKA/BDA Voting: February 2017
Just over a day left to get your votes in! Act today!

V6 Rolling List
  1. Serena Waters (Seth Crimson)
  2. Lily Caldwell (Violent Medic)
  3. Min-jae Parker (backslash)
  4. Jeremiah Fury (MK Kilmarnock)
  5. Matthew Moradi (Privyet)
  6. Jaime Schanbacher (decoy73)
  7. Keith Bauer (bacon)
  8. Kimiko Kao (Deamon)
  9. Raina Rose (backslash)
  10. Vanessa Stone (Slam)
  11. Asuka Takahara (Zetsumodernista)
  12. Lili Williams (CrossbowPig)
  13. Cass Prince (dmboogie)
  14. Hannah Kendrickstone (bacon)
  15. Noah Whitley (Laurels)
  16. Penelope Fitzgerald (VoltTurtle)
  17. Hazel Jung (Ruggahissy)
  18. Benjamin Lichter (Malloon)
  19. Rene Wolfe (Aura)
  20. Bryony Adams (Pippin)
  21. Caedyn Miller (Empress Plush)
  22. Bart Cappotelli (Aura)
  23. Jasmine Reed (Ciel)
  24. Kiziah Saraki (General Goose)
  25. Alex Tarquin (Grim Wolf)
  26. William McKinley (Seth Crimson)
  27. Dorothy Shelley (Lore)
  28. Maxim Kehlenbrink (Brackie)
  29. Fiyori Senay (Bikriki)
  30. Jeremy Frasier (Yugikun)
  31. Blair Moore (Espi)
  32. Ben Fields (Cicada Days)
  33. Tyler Yazzie (Empress Plush)
  34. Jonathan Gulley (ToxieTheToxicAvenger)
  35. Alice Baker (Espi)
  36. Lucilly Peterson (Bikriki)
  37. Johnny McKay (Bikriki)
  38. Kaitlyn Greene (D/N)
  39. Scout Pfeiffer (Ciel)
  40. Isabel Ramirez (VoltTurtle)
  41. Alessio Rigano (RC)
  42. Nadia Riva (Laurels)
  43. Candice Banks (Somersault)
  44. Georgia Lee Day (backslash)
  45. Coleen Reagan (MK Kilmarnock)
  46. Sandra Dyer (CondorTalon)
  47. Nate Turner (Slamexo)
  48. Vincenzo/a Gatti (Namira)
  49. Alba Reyes (Laurels)
  50. Brendan Harte (Primrosette)
  51. Jordan Green (Randomness)
  52. Aiden Slattery (D/N)
  53. Emma Luz (KamiKaze)
  54. Olivia Fischer (Maraoone)
  55. Wade Cartwright (shotgunkid)
  56. Clarice Halwood (Violent Medic)
  57. Audrey Reyes (kervin555)
  58. Alan Banks (Zetsumodernista)
  59. Amanda Tan (Randomness)
  60. Melanie Beckett (Iceblock)